See Her Now, While the Epoxy Still Holds

Ladies, its all about beauty, beauty, beauty. I spit on education. A man will never slide his hand up your skirt searching for a library card.  Joan Rivers.

When other female comics were wearing bad vests and filling their stage time with topics like cats, how hard it is to find a man, or chocolate, Joan Rivers was strutting around in couture with her tits hiked up to cheekbones, cursing about Dick Clarks balls. I believe were all better because of this.

The notorious workaholic has spent the past few decades fervently filling her time with projects. Movies, galas, performances of her signature oh no you diint variety of standup to packed stadiums  its enough to make most people feel empathetic exhaustion. Rivers, of course, simply thanks coffee enemas for her youthful spirit, even if she can never go back to Starbucks. You can catch her salty shtick Wednesday at 8 p.m. at the Kravis Center (701 Okeechobee Blvd., West Palm Beach). Tickets cost $60. Get them at kravis.org.
Wed., Feb. 17, 8 p.m., 2010